Kathy Andrews - More, Mom, more

She watched Karen sucking on Billy's cock, keeping her fingers going in and out of her cunt and asshole. She saw that Karen must have been practicing, because she had no trouble taking every inch of his cock into her mouth now, all the way to his balls. Despite a sense of doom, Susan could not resist the ex- citement of seeing it, of fucking herself with her fingers as she watched her.

"Fuck your hot, hairy cunt, Mom!" Billy shouted at her. "Fuck your hot asshole! Fuck them both! Look at our mother, Karen! Look how she shoves a finger up her asshole and cunt! She's a hot-assed bitch!"

Susan began to feel strange, yet it was a good kind of feeling, too. There was something wrong that she couldn't put her finger on, yet she knew there was nothing she could do about it. She felt as if she had lost control of the situation, of her children.

"Oh, shit, shit!" Billy grunted, holding his sister's' face between his hands. "I'm gonna come, Karen! I'm gonna come in your cocksucking mouth!"

Karen gurgled, her eyes wide open, sparkling with ecstasy. Susan saw her daughter's throat begin to work and knew she was swallowing the come juice that spewed from the piss hole of her brother's cock. She whimpered as her cunt closed about her finger in spasms, her asshole gripping her buried finger.

Later that night, for the first time, she did not call her children to bed with her. She went to her room alone, feeling very depressed about what was happening, of not knowing how it happened. She lay awake for a long time, thinking, not finding the answers. She could hear Karen and Billy in one of the rooms, giggling and whispering.

After a long, almost sleepless night, Susan crawled out of bed feeling tired. As she passed her son's room, she peeked in. Karen and Billy were still asleep, wrapped about each other, their naked bodies close. She looked at them for awhile, then went downstairs and brewed coffee. She sat drinking her coffee, still trying to figure out what was going on.

When Karen and Billy came down, they were still naked. "Make breakfast for us, mother," Karen said, sitting at the table.

"Can't you do it, honey?" Susan asked, but her voice was weak.

"You do it," Billy said.

Susan prepared breakfast for them, her movements wooden, her mind jumbled with thoughts, crazy thoughts that would not form a coherent picture of what was happening to her, to her children.

"We're going to the park today," Billy announced as he finished eating. "All three of us."

"But I…" Susan began, then stopped when she caught the expression in her son's eyes.

"The three of us," he said, firmly.

Susan looked down at her lap, feeling strangely shy, embarrassed.

Noon found her in the park with Karen and Billy. There were not many others in the park, a few teenagers, four or five adults sitting on benches. They found a shady spot beneath a huge tree, and Susan leaned against the rough bark, her long legs stretched out before her. her skirt demurely at her knees. Karen and Billy ran about, talking to other boys and girls their ages, horsing around.

About an hour later Billy came to his mother. He looked down at her, a sly grin on his face. "Come with me, mother," he said, reaching for her hand.

Obeying him complacently, she got to her feet, holding his hand. Billy led her into some dense shrubbery, out of sight. On a grassy area, he told her to sit down and wait for him. As she waited, she became filled with anxiety, not knowing the cause. When Billy returned a few minutes later, there was a boy with him. She had never seen this boy before, and it seemed as though Billy did not know the boy well, either.

"There she is," Billy said with a smirk on his face. "Just like I told you."

Susan began to understand, and she looked up at her son, a question starting. But the expression on his young face told her to keep silent. Billy began telling the boy that Susan was hot, needed cock, lots of cock. But it came through to her that he didn't want the boy to know she was his mother.

She lowered her eyes and saw the boy's cock outlined inside his pants, seeing it grow there as Billy talked to him. Then her son said: "Show him what a hairy cunt you have."

Susan trembled with shame, with what she was allowing her son to do with her. Yet, there was a strange sensation of excitement, too. She could not understand this. As though unable to protest, Susan pulled her skirt up, revealing her long smooth thighs.

"Higher." Billy said.

Susan pulled her skirt to her waist, her bushy cunt exposed, a flush on her face. She could not look into the boy's eyes.

"Open your legs," Billy commanded.

Susan spread her legs, her cunt lips glistening wetly. A glance at the front of the boy's pants showed her his cock was fully hard, and she knew she was going to get fucked by him. There wasn't anything she could do about it, she knew.

"Go ahead and fuck her," Billy told the boy. "She needs it kinda bad like I told you."

The boy sensed there would be no opposition from her. He opened his pants and hauled out his cock. Susan's eyes glowed despite her feeling of humiliation. It was. a nice looking cock, and she felt a twitch of desire between her thighs. She lay back, her skirt about her waist, as the boy moved between her legs. Susan looked up at Billy as the boy's cock entered her wet cunt.

"Don't take all day," Billy said to the boy. 'There are a couple of other guys waiting for their turn."

He smirked at his mother before leaving. Susan's hips began to pump automatically as the boy fucked her, but her mind was crying out at this outrage her son was pulling on her. But although she was angry, feeling very humiliated, her erotic nature began to take over.

Susan grabbed the boy's pumping hips and began to furiously grind against him. She made whimpering sounds in her throat, twisting her ass about as pleasure flowed through her slim body.

"Ohhhh, Fuck it," she whispered to the boy. "Fuck it for me! Fuck me, fuck me!"

Susan's cunt burned and convulsed, ecstatic to this excitement of this strange boy, a boy she had never seen in her life, fucking her. She would never see him again, in all probability, and that made it exciting to her. She whipped her naked ass about on the grass, lunging her cunt up and down as he drove his cock into her pussy. She could feel his prick, feeling how hard it was, with the sensitive walls and lips of her pussy.

Then the bay came. Susan mewled as she clutched at his tight ass cheeks, her cunt draining him, clamping tightly about his spewing cock, his come juice splashing deep inside her spasming cunt.

As the boy withdrew, shoved his cock back into his pants, she remained there, sprawled with her legs wide, watching him go. Within a few minutes another bay came to her. He came alone, without Billy. This boy was younger, and he was very excited. He was in a rush, not knowing exactly what to do. Susan almost laughed as she showed him how to get his cock up her cunt. Then, as the boy fucked her with jerky movements, she caressed his back tenderly, realizing this was his first piece of ass. She made it good for him, showing him tenderness, and when he came she closed her thighs about his hips and held him tightly. She kissed his smooth, beardless face.

The boy seemed embarrassed after it was over, and would not look at her. Susan felt pity for the boy, and wished she could say something to ease his shame.

The next boy was large for his age, aggressive and somewhat of a bully. He swaggered, impressed by his own importance. He snickered when he saw Susan sprawled there with her skirt up, cunt revealed.

He pulled out his cock, stroking it as if it were the most precious thing in the world. "How do you like this cock, lady?" he smirked. "Bet you ain't never been fucked by a cock like this."